Trees have always been a source of inspiration for people around the world. From the tiny glimmer of hope signified by a tiny sprout in the ground, to the resilient mighty oak standing alone after a storm. Trees not only grow with us, but can often stay standing when we become nothing but a memory etched into their bark. One person can look at a tree and see life; another sees death. Where one person sees strength, another sees vulnerability. Trees give us life, and their influence on us is never more apparent than in poetry. –Poetry In Nature
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.